'i wanna be a balla. . .'

'shot calla. . .'

holy shit! the season finale of alias kicked so much ass last night! it was soooo goood. it also marked the end of my regular season tv viewing period.

i woke up this morning with a blister on my right thumb - where in the world did that come from? - right on the top. next to the nail.

last night i had a dream about my dad. like he came back. i have this fantasy all the time about him coming back. but last night was much different than the fantasy. we were standing around the den trying to decide where to eat. we decided on mexican and walked out to the car. and drove back and forth trying to find the resturant. it was strange, just like - oh yea, hey. let's go eat. there was no discussion about how or why or any of that.

sometimes i have dreams where i kill people. it is always after the fact and i am trying to figure out how i can keep from being arrested. strange.

wow - pretty unlight and unfunny for a thursday. sorry.